Quotes About Self-love

You are your best thing.

No matter how you feel you have to act like you are very popular with yourself; very relaxed and purposeful very unconfused and not like you are walking through the sunshine singing in chains.

Maybe I don't have to perfect, I just have to be good enough.

She wondered, briefly, if she was beautiful, decided she was and blew a kiss to her reflection

No, I'm not choosing him or you. I'm choosing me.

When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn't healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.

When I loved myself enough, I no longer needed things or people to make me feel safe.

When I loved myself enough, I would sometimes wake in the night to music playing within me.

When I loved myself enough, I let the tomboy in me swing off the rope in Jackass Canyon. Yes!

When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn't healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs, and habits–anything that kept me small. My judgment called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.

Find satisfaction in yourself first before you ever start seeking it from anyone else.

My look, mind you, is not chocolate like Lauryn Hill, Whoopi Goldberg, or Naomi Campbell - it is pitch black and shimmering like the purple outer space of the universe. I am the charcoal that creates diamonds. I am the blackest black woman (41).

I don't care if you wear a muu muu or a tutu, you'll still be beautiful." "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," I joked with him. "And you get extra points for making it rhyme.

After he left the house, she dried her hair and dressed in a pair of old, comfortable jeans and a white hoodie. Ordinarily, she'd take the time to put on makeup, but today she didn't feel the need to hide anything. She was who she was: a woman who'd survived a war of the heart and had the wrinkles to prove it.

After he left the house, she dried her hair and dressed in a pair of old, comfortable jeans and a white hoodie. Ordinarily, she'd take the time to put on makeup, but today she didn't feel the need to hide anything. She was who she was: a woman who'd survived a war of the heart and had the wrinkles to prove it. (Night Road, page 382)

If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And that makes you so happy.

I'm not perfect... But I'm enough.

Self-compassion helps you recognize and soothe painful emotions.

When we bring self-compassion into everyday life, we learn to be kind to ourselves.

If you don't have a valentine, hang out with your girlfriends, don't go looking for someone. When it's right, they'll come to you.

No matter how much people want to feel loved, appreciated, and a part of things, they will be lonely until they make a commitment to themselves, a commitment that is so total that they will give up community and love, if necessary, to be fully who they are.

All the joy is gone, somewhere along the way she broke her own heart and without a heart you can't get better.

An extraordinary girl can't have an ordinary life. Don't judge yourself. Love yourself. Love, Beck

What I'm suggesting is: Just let failure and humiliation (and all the "bad stuff"—anxiety and scarcity and fat and wrinkles and pain and ultimately death itself) be the cherished beloveds that they already are to you.